For This Moment

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Chapter 5

/The Past/


Quinn smiled encouragingly as Anakin rested on his elbows, his body belly down on the bed. The older man was on his back, his arms crossed behind his head on the pillow. He was enjoying the sight of the beautiful young Jedi licking his lips uncertainly. Anakin leaned forward and gave Quinn’s erection a tentative sweep of his tongue.

“Oh gods…” Quinn moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Yes…”

Emboldened by his lover’s obvious approval, Anakin closed his mouth over the crown. Quinn’s hands came down to clench in the sheets. He began to pant as Anakin slowly moved his mouth up and down the twitching length, taking in more and more with each stroke downward. It was clear to Anakin that Quinn was trying very hard not to thrust up into his mouth too abruptly.

Remembering how wonderful it had felt to be swallowed by Quinn, Anakin marveled at his control. He groaned and felt his own cock harden once more. As his mouth moved on an upstroke, Anakin cupped Quinn’s sac and the older man’s hips snapped up. One of Quinn’s hands came to rest on Anakin’s head. He exerted no force with the hand, merely rested it there, occasionally clutching at Anakin’s hair, sometimes caressing his scalp. “So good,” he hissed. “Just like that.”

Anakin moaned at the need in the other man’s voice and Quinn sighed softly, “Oh gods.” Then he gave a shaky laugh when Anakin stilled abruptly, afraid he had hurt the other man in his inexperience. “Don’t stop, baby,” he pleaded. Hesitantly, Anakin swirled his tongue around the tip and began stroking with his hand. The hand on his head began to tremble and Quinn’s hips began to move more urgently. “Oh…” Quinn thrust upward, his back bowed on the bed. “Anakin…” he cried out, in both warning and ecstasy. Increasing his pace, Anakin cupped Quinn’s balls, felt them tighten and then there was a swirl of heat in his mouth.

Swallowing reflexively, Anakin almost choked. But Quinn’s hand continued its gentling caresses the young Jedi found himself relaxing, savoring the moment and Quinn’s unique flavor. When Quinn softened, Anakin let him slip from his lips and rested his head on Quinn’s sweaty belly. The older man drew lazy circles on Anakin’s back as the two of them tried to catch their breath.

Finally, Quinn laughed softly and raised Anakin’s face to place a tender kiss on his red, swollen lips. “You’re a natural,” he said as he brushed his thumb along Anakin’s mouth.

“It was all right?” Anakin asked, still anxious. More than anything, he wanted to know that he had made Quinn feel as good as he did. He wanted to learn to do the things that Quinn did with such mind-numbing skill.

“It was much better than all right,” Quinn replied dryly. “It was amazing. YOU are amazing.”

Anakin blushed and lowered his lashes. “So are you,” he admitted shyly.

With a smile that seemed slightly sad, Quinn kissed the tip of Anakin’s nose. “You’re sure gonna break some hearts one day,” he murmured.

“What about your heart?” Anakin asked curiously, for he knew almost nothing about Quinn, nothing important anyway.

His expression shuttered, Quinn laughed softly, but it was a sound without amusement. “I don’t have a heart anymore,” he said softly. “But that’s all right, they just get broken anyway.”

Anakin scooted up so that he could warp Quinn in his warm embrace. “Yes, you do,” he answered. Then he rolled Quinn beneath and set about leisurely exploring Quinn’s mouth with his tongue. When he felt an answering hardness forming against his belly, Anakin pulled back and gave a devilish grin. “Well, whatever other body parts you’re missing, at least one of them is fully operational.”


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I had had an exhausting day, and a most disquieting conversation with Master Yoda. He had always been able to see far more than was usually comfortable, and his words still made a thrill of fear run down my spine. I suspected that the grace period that had been granted to Anakin and me was about to end.

Nothing specific had been mentioned, but Yoda had asked me how long I thought I would be residing in Anakin’s quarters. The answer that sprang to my lips, and which I could not give him, was /forever/, but I could just imagine how well that particular answer would have been received.

The door opened and I saw Anakin standing there, waiting for me. An odd, gleeful grin was on his face. “What?” I asked.

“The twins,” he said. “They’re being released tomorrow.”

I smiled at him, sharing his joy. But I could not help but wonder what impact this would have on whatever it was we shared. I sensed that the time was coming for hard decisions to be made and I hoped I would have the strength to see them through, no matter how painful they might prove to be.

Then Anakin began to slink toward me. He moved like a wild animal, a predator that has scented prey and means to move in for the kill. I caught a glimpse of his eyes and they seemed to belong to another man, for they were alight with a strange flame I had never seen before. The next thing I knew my back was shoved against the wall and Anakin was grinding himself against me.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered just before his teeth closed over the flesh of my shoulder. Even through my tunics, I felt his bite and it stung. I started to push him away and he just grinned at me. I felt a flicker of fear run through me, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“What are you up to?” I asked curiously.

Instead of answering me, his lips descended on mine. His kiss was rough and demanding; there was nothing gentle about it. At first, I struggled against it, tried to push him away. He was having none of that. His hands kept busy removing my tunics and then his own, but his lips still never left mine. Then I sensed that his mood changed, and though the kiss was still urgent and needy, his touch gentled and he moaned low in his throat. I responded eagerly then, thrusting my hips against him, letting our erections slide against each other. The heat of him was unbelievable, and we were still mostly clothed. I could only imagine the sensation when we were flesh against flesh.

I did not have to wait long.

He stepped back and quickly removed his pants. He had been bare-footed when I entered the apartment, so it took him no time at all to slide out of his leggings and shrug off his shirt. Then he pushed my tunics off and pinched lightly at my nipples before moving his attention to my own leggings, now bulging with my excitement. He grinned and cupped me briefly, then unbuckled my boots and dragged them from my feet. When nothing but my pants were left, he unlaced them, hooked his fingers in the waist and pulled hard. They pooled at my feet.

I kicked them away without thought and then Anakin was pressed up against me, and the feeling of his flesh against mine was almost enough to make me come. Anakin shoved me back against the wall, his hands moving down my thighs until he was almost to my knees. Then he swiftly lifted my legs, wrapping them around his lean waist.

“Brace yourself,” he hissed.

It was my only warning. The next instant I felt his cock nudging up against me, demanding entrance. In his sole nod to preparing me for him, his fingers entered me, roughly making way for a larger invasion. I grunted with the pain and he began kissing me, distracting me from it. Then he was pushing inside of me, his cock making me burn in a hundred different ways.

Anakin groaned and began to tremble against me. I held on tightly, knowing that I was in for something different. Then his hips began to piston back and forth, moving his length in and out of me. It took several strokes for me to grow accustomed to his presence inside of me, and then I opened up to me like I always did.

I am forever helpless in the face of Anakin’s passion.

One hand, the metal hand moved between us and began to stroke me. The feeling of that cool hardness on my feverish skin is just enough to send me plummeting over the edge and I cry out as I come over that stroking hand. Gods, the feel of him.

My own climax triggered Anakin’s and he bit down hard on my shoulder and I felt a rush of warmth deep inside of me. He pulled back, shuddering. He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring with each breath. Then, as he slid from within me and gently lowered my legs to the floor, he leaned down and gave me the tenderest of kisses.

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” he whispered and then buried his face in my neck.


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